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deeds； to show that mortals The calm sublimity of gods can feel； To shudder
not at yonder dark abyss； Where phantasy creates her own self … torturing
brood； Right onward to the yawning gulf to press； Around whose narrow
jaws rolleth hell's fiery flood； With glad resolve to take the fatal leap； Though
danger threaten thee； to sink in endless sleep！ Pure crystal goblet！ forth I
draw thee now； From out thine antiquated case； where thou Forgotten hast
reposed for many a year！ Oft at my father's revels thou didst shine； To glad
the earnest guests was thine； As each to other passed the generous cheer。 The
gorgeous brede of figures； quaintly wrought； Which he who quaff'd must first
in rhyme expound； Then drain the goblet at one draught profound； Hath nights
of boyhood to fond memory brought。 I to my neighbour shall not reach thee
now； Nor on thy rich device shall I my cunning show。 Here is a juice； makes
drunk without delay； Its dark brown flood thy crystal round doth fill； Let this
last draught； the product of my skill； My own free choice； be quaff'd with
resolute will； A solemn festive greeting； to the coming day！
（He places the goblet to his mouth。）
（The ringing of bells； and choral voices。）
Chorus of Angels
Christ is arisen！ Mortal； all hail to thee； Thou whom mortality； Earth's sad
reality； Held as in prison。
Faust
What hum melodious； what clear silvery chime Thus draws the goblet from
my lips away？ Ye deep … ton'd bells； do ye with voice sublime； Announce the
solemn dawn of Easter … day？ Sweet choir！ are ye the hymn of comfort
singing； Which one around the darkness of the grave； From seraph … voices；
in glad triumph ringing； Of a new covenant assurance gave？
Chorus of Women
We； his true … hearted； With spices and myrrh； Embalmed the departed； And
swathed him with care； Here we conveyed Him； Our Master； so dear； Alas！
Where we laid Him； The Christ is not here；
Chorus of Angels
Christ is arisen！ Blessed the loving one； Who from earth's trial throes； Healing
and strengthening woes； Soars as from prison。
Faust
Wherefore； ye tones celestial； sweet and strong； Come ye a dweller in the
dust to seek？ Ring out your chimes believing crowds among； The message
well I hear； my faith alone is weak； From faith her darling； miracle； hath
sprung。 Aloft to yonder spheres I dare not soar； Whence sound the tidings of
great joy； And yet； with this sweet strain familiar when a boy； Back it recalleth
me to life once more。 Then would celestial love； with holy kiss； Come o'er me
in the Sabbath's stilly hour； While； fraught with solemn meaning and
mysterious power； Chim'd the deep … sounding bell； and prayer was bliss； A
yearning impulse； undefin'd yet dear； Drove me to wander on through wood
and field； With heaving breast and many a burning tear； I felt with holy joy a
world reveal'd。 Gay sports and festive hours proclaim'd with joyous pealing；
This Easter hymn in days of old； And fond remembrance now doth me； with
childlike feeling； Back from the last； the solemn step； withhold。 O still sound
on； thou sweet celestial strain！ The tear … drop flows； … Earth； I am thine
again！
Chorus of Disciples
He whom we mourned as dead； Living and glorious； From the dark grave
hath fled； O'er death victorious； Almost creative bliss Waits on his growing
powers； Ah！ Him on earth we miss； Sorrow and grief are ours。 Yearning he
left his own； Mid sore annoy； Ah！ we must needs bemoan。 Master； thy joy！
Chorus of Angels
Christ is arisen； Redeem'd from decay。 The bonds which imprison Your souls；
rend away！ Praising the Lord with zeal； By deeds that love reveal； Like
brethren true and leal Sharing the daily meal； To all that sorrow feel
Whisp'ring of heaven's weal； Still is the master near； Still is he here！
Before The Gate
Promenaders of all sorts pass out。
Artisans
Why choose ye that direction； pray？
Others
To the hunting … lodge we're on our way。
The First
We towards the mill are strolling on。
A Mechanic
A walk to Wasserhof were best。
A Second
The road is not a pleasant one。
The Others
What will you do？
A Third
I'll join the rest。
A Fourth
Let's up to Burghof； there you'll find good cheer； The prettiest maidens and
the best of beer； And brawls of a prime sort。
A Fifth
You scapegrace！ How； Your skin still itching for a row？ Thither I will not go；
I loathe the place。
Servant Girl
No； no！ I to the town my steps retrace。
Another
Near yonder poplars he is sure to be。
The First
And if he is； what matters it to me！ With you he'll walk； he'll dance with none
but you； And with your pleasures what have I to do？
The Second
To … day he will not be alone； he said His friend would be with him； the curly …
head。
Student
Why how those buxom girls step on！ Come； brother； we will follow them
anon。 Strong beer； a damsel smartly dress'd； Stinging tobacco； … these I love
the best。
Burgher's Daughter
Look at those handsome fellows there！ 'Tis really shameful； I declare； The
very best society they shun； After those servant girls forsooth； to run。
Second Student （to the first）
Not quite so fast！ for in our rear； Two girls； well … dress'd； are drawing near；
Not far from us the one doth dwell； And sooth to say； I like her well。 They
walk demurely； yet you'll see； That they will let us join them presently。
The First
Not I！ restraints of all kinds I detest。 Quick！ let us catch the wild … game ere it
flies； The hand on Saturday the mop that plies； Will on the Sunday fondle you
the best。
Burgher
No； this new Burgomaster； I like him not； God knows； Now； he's in office；
daily more arrogant he grows； And for the town； what doth he do for it？ Are
not things worse from day to day？ To more restraints we must submit； And
taxes more than ever pay。
Beggar （sings）
Kind gentleman and ladies fair； So rosy … cheek'd and trimly dress'd； Be
pleas'd to listen to my prayer； Relieve and pity the distress'd。 Let me not
vainly sing my lay！ His heart's most glad whose hand is free。 Now when all
men keep holiday； Should be a harvest … day to me。
Another Burgher
On holidays and Sundays naught know I more inviting Than chatting about
war and war's alarms； When folk in Turkey； up in arms； Far off； are 'gainst
each other fighting。 We at the window stand； our glasses drain； And watch
adown the stream the painted vessels gliding Then joyful we at eve come
home again； And peaceful times we bless； peace long … abiding。
Third Burgher
Ay； neighbour！ So let matters stand for me！ There they may scatter one
another's brains； And wild confusion round them see So here at home in quiet
all remains！ Old Woman （to the Burghers' Daughters） Heyday！ How smart！
The fresh young blood！ Who would not fall in love with you？ Not quite so
proud！ 'Tis well and good！ And what you wish； that I could help you to。
Burgher's Daughter
Come； A